well i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee and i’m bound for louisiana, my own true love for to see it did rain all night the day i left the weather was bone dry the sun was so hot i froze myself suzanne, don’t you go on and cry

i said, oh, suzannah now, don’t you cry for me as i come from alabama with this banjo on my knee

well i had myself a dream the other night when everything was still i dreamed that i saw my girl suzanne she was coming around the hill now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth a tear was in her eye i said, that i come from dixie land suzanne, don’t you break down and cry

i said, oh, suzannah now, don’t you cry for me ’cause i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee